My cardigan, because blackbird needed to see it.
See? SO dull! *swoons* Also, bb, how do you old-school bloggers not feel like idiots when addressing/referring to each other? With your silly names? (asks the girl with the extraneous 'y')
Also, I handed in my last (hopefully) paper of undergrad forever today. Celebratory raspberries!
I was going to take a picture of it (the paper) but then I ran into two kids from my class outside the library and forgot, because we fell to bitching about same.
Speaking of bitching, I am making these:
because my theory class (all ten of us) is having a bbq tonight so that we can bitch about Dr Ross (Dr Ross not included, as that would put a cramp in our bitchings).
Also, what are these?
Are they a weed? They must be, because I only see them scattered weed-pattern over people's lawns. If so, they are the frailest of weeds. This is the last specimen, and it was hale this morning but I guess the sunshine did it in? Anyhoodle, I think they're lovely. Or were.
Tomorrow is the readathon, and I am on TENTERS.